Hello again!
I found this on my computer while I was looking through my old spur-of-the-moment shorts. Like "Bring Me To Life," I didn't edit this at all before posting it, or uploading it, or whatever you call it... I really like it, though. I am proud! Haha.
Oh, and I also found something else in my page-long stories that I want to put on here, but it's not really a fanfiction, and I don't have a fictionpress account. Sigh.
Well, even though this is really really short, here goes nothing!
There were three more days of school, and she sat in her room and cried.
Too much, she thought, it was all to much. Too much work thrust upon her. Too many expectations to meet. Too much pressure to be a good little girl, all the time.
She lay down on her bed and the tears ran into her hair and collected like sweat. Another assignment due tomorrow, and she lay there and let the day unwind around her. The clock kept ticking — counting down to her deadline. Always more work.
Then a sound cut through her. A glorious, otherworldly sound. She sat up with a jolt and held completely still to hear that sound more clearly.
Whoosh — whoosh. Whoosh — whoosh.
She leapt up and ran to the widow, and there it was. Brand new and ancient. The bluest blue ever. The words inscribed across the top said, "POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX," but she knew better.
Her sobs caught in her throat and the light in her eyes shone. Fumbling for the latches on the window, she noticed with a rush that the screen had not been replaced after the full-house cleaning spree insisted by her mom. The window shot open. She swung one leg out, then the other, and hung by her fingertips off the ledge.
The fall winded her, and she suddenly found herself in the shadowed almost-alleyway between two houses. But the Police Box gave off a faint white glow, fighting the night.
In awe, she took a step toward it. Then another. She placed a hand on its side, to reassure herself that it was really there. It felt like painted wood.
"Doctor," she said.
"Doctor!"
A snap behind her, and she whirled around. It was not the Doctor.
The stone statue of an angel stood before her, covering its eyes.
Leftover tears suddenly flooded her eyes, she violently blinked them away.
It looked up.
She screamed. But not of fear.
She screamed in joy. Finally, finally, her dream was real. The TARDIS was here, supporting her. And even though she now must die, so be it.
It was worth it.
The scream cut off, and its echo soared over the earth and to the stars.